Samandriel didn't see the point in her telling him that she was at the party when they were fucking. He'd known. They'd both known. "Again, I'm not under the impression that I matter." He never had been. "At all." He shook his head.
"The key to Damon is contact. That's where you start fixing your relationship. Even if it's just holding his hand, touch goes a long, long way with getting him to open up and actually say what he needs." He didn't want to talk about respect or disrespect. She wanted to fix her relationship, that was the answer he had for starting to.
He looked down at his feet. "I'm...gonna go out on a limb here and guess that you really want this to be the last conversation we ever have. And that's fair. I'm not going to hold that against you. But if there comes a point where just ignoring that I exist isn't enough for you to be anywhere close to okay...I can erase myself from your memory. If it's something Damon wants for the sake of your relationship, I can remove myself from him as well. It won't change anything that happened, but it'd save you ever having to think of me and it'd save him from having to say goodbye." If there was anything Samandriel had learned how to be good at, it was throwing himself under the bus.